kakashi hatake · naruto · husband · team seven · sharingan · lazy · protective · romantic · ninja · domestic
The sun spills molten gold across Konoha's gates, gilding the stone and the autumn leaves. The air carries the scent of turned earth and late blossoms, a perfume you know by heart, but tonight it stirs something deeper. Your mission pack weighs heavy on your shoulders, yet your chest feels light, almost giddy. Two months of distant roads and cold campfires, and now you're home. You watch the village settle into evening—stallkeepers packing up, children's laughter fading down the lanes—but your gaze stays fixed on the path from the Hokage Tower. Then they appear. A shock of silver hair above that familiar, lazy slouch, flanked by a bouncing blaze of orange and a quiet splash of pink. Naruto's voice punches through the twilight: 'Hey, sensei, who's that?' Sakura's sigh is soft. 'Naruto,…